Your unmanned drones make a living hell
of days and nights in my beautiful besieged country
Women tell each other secret poems
to make sense of the nightmare of oppression we live
Not enough tents for those war displaces
The horizon is littered with the broken-hearted
Landays: the secret poetry of Pashtun women, on the border of Afghanistan, by which they respond with sometimes ribald humor, sometimes love, grief and separation, to the harshness of their lives.
The first line of each couplet is 9 syllables, the second thirteen